#we scrappin

[biscuitsngravie]

aight so i went ahead and read my past works and i ate that??? i pm intimidated myself cause now i aint uploading today no more. nah, i aint finnna let me eat me up like that 😭

i aint write smut inna minute, so i was already ehhh. but now? nah mf now i gotta put my whole jordussy in this shit, tf. yall gon get it when you get, but it will NOT disappoint me

[alex-finechi-is-back]

It’s so annoying thinkin you’ve found a holy grail of art tips only to find out the ‘art tip’ is to use a brush only accessible on clip studio and procreate.

Or the ‘art tip’ is a function that only is achievable in the walls of procreate, clip and photoshop.

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Frat Prez - Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 Minor DNI

Frat!Rafe x Girlfriend!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

📖 “We scrapin’?” Wrestling with bf rafe couldn’t possibly turn into more *cue the 🌽hub theme*

🪄 warnings: Play fighting, roughish sex, unprotected p in v, spanking, choking, swearing, pet names

✨ “Where are you goin’? Huh?” Rafe shouts, giving you just enough room to flee. You crawl away, only for Rafe to grab for you, pulling you back as well as your shorts off your body. He smacks your bare ass, holding you in place as he yanks his sweatpants down. ✨

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Reader’s POV:

“RAFE STOP. JESUS,” you shout, pushing him off as he smiles at you wickedly.

“What? Thought you liked when I played with your tiddies,” he asks as he wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing you tightly, only to let his hands creep higher, doing it again. You throw back your elbow, jabbing him in his stomach, his abs making your act of aggression laughable.

“I’m trying to study, Rafe. C’mon,” you whine as he wraps you up a little tighter in his arms?”

”At a frat house?” He asks through a teasing laugh. “Lookin’ this fine?”

“Leave me alone, or l’m gonna kick your ass.”

“Woah… Wait, doll. We scrappin’?” He chuckles through a gravelly laugh. “You’re gonna kick my ass?” He asks as he points to himself, with a taunting smile.

“Yeah… And, l’d win too,” you sass, knowing there’s no way he’s gonna let this go, playing into his game. You stand up from your chair chest-to-chest with Rafe, looking up at him. “So, are you gonna do anything, Cameron? Or, are you just gonna stand there like a bitch-” He cuts you off, lifting you over his shoulder, walking with you up the stairs as you put up a fight.

“What’s up your ass today, princess?” He chuckles before reaching up, cracking your skin with the palm of his large hand, leaving behind a sharp sting. “Not me. Not yet at least,” he snickers.

”You wouldn’t get it, Rafe. You don’t give a shit about school,” you sigh.

“Well, that’s just not true. You’re talkin’ to the Frat Prez, pretty. ‘Course I care.” He kicks his bedroom door shut, slamming the lock with a smirk before flicking his backward cap to the side.

“I said school, Rafe. Not the frat.” You mumble as he lays down on his fluffy area rug, beckoning you to straddle his lap. You sit on top of him, resting your hands on the chest of his crisp white t-shirt.

“Kick my ass, baby doll. I’ll even give you a headstart.”

“How are you already hard?” You tease as you circle your hips on his rock-hard bulge through his gray sweats.

“I got hard when you elbowed me,” he answers with a boyish smile, making you roll your eyes as a blush creeps across your cheeks. “So, are you gonna do anything, ma, or are you just gonna sit there like a bi-” You cut off his words with a decent slap to the cheek, making his mouth fall open in disgust.

“That hurt,” he spits.

“And, your spanks feel great,” you retort, delivering another slap, causing him to gasp playfully.

“Didn’t think you had it in you, kid,” he taunts. Reaching around, smacking your ass rougher than ever, making you scream. Your hands bind around his thick throat, squeezing tightly, making him return a crooked smile.

He quickly rolls you to your back, your hands still firmly wrapped. The veins in his neck protruded, that same smile still slicked on his lips. He grabs your wrists, pinning them against the carpet with a bruising grip.

Rafe releases his hold, sitting on top of you, giving you his full weight as you wriggle and protest. “Damn, baby. You’re kind of a pussy,” he rasps as he moves his hands up your body slowly, landing on your neck, taking his turn choking you.

You release a choked moan as he starts to grind himself into you, nudging your clit with each roll of his hips. His hands trail back down your body, rising slightly on his knees as he plays with the band of your shorts.

“Where are you goin’? Huh?” Rafe shouts, giving you just enough room to flee. You crawl away, only for Rafe to grab for you, pulling you back as well as your shorts off your body. He smacks your bare ass, holding you in place as he yanks his sweatpants down.

“Rafe!” You squeal, fighting away from him with minimal effort this time, hoping for this outcome all along.

“What?” He snickers. “I won. Just claiming my prize.” He groans as he clutches his hard cock in his fist, running the tip through your soaked folds.

“Prizes? Don’t remember talkin’ about that – RAFE!” You scream as he slams his long, thick dick deep.“

“Well you’re gettin’ this cock, baby. Maybe you’re the winner. Hmm?” He snickers at his own stupid joke as he throws his hips into you rapidly.

“Too much, Rafe,” you whimper.

“You tappin’ out, princess?” He grunts. “We just got started. We gotta toughen you up a lil bit.” Rafe throws you to your back, quickly ripping off his shirt. Your eyes follow the indentations of his abs to his deep v-lines, so distracted by his body that you gasp again when he ruts himself in again. “Fuck. You’re so tight, y/n,” he moans, lowly.

You can feel him stretching you out; a sharp pressure between your thighs. He continues pounding you into the floor, breasts bouncing with each thrust. He lifts your t-shirt exposing your tits before giving one a slap.

“Ouch, Rafe!”

“Please-” he chuckles as he sees the want in your eyes.

Rafe moves his hands under your neck, propping your head up so you can see. “Bet my lil slut wants to watch. Don’tcha?” He teases, but he’s right. You watch as your soaked cunt swallows up his dick, hitting the right spot each time. “Fuck, y/n. Look at you taking me so well,” he burns, his slick bangs and forehead pressed against yours.

“Can’t take me in a fight but you can take my cock like a champ,” he bullies, running his tongue along his plump bottom lip.

A familiar heat builds inside you. You close your walls around him, gripping him harder. Rafe’s brows knit tight.

“Mmm… I love when you do that,” he moans. His lips crash into yours, messy kisses as the two of you fight for air.

“You know if you cum before me, Rafe, I win,” you pant against his lips, feeling him smile along yours.

“And, when has that ever happened, sweetheart?” He breathes as his fingers meet your clit making your thighs tremble uncontrollably.

“You’re gonna cum. Aren’t you?” He groans. “I can tell.”

“M’not”

“You’re not?” He teases as he moves his fingers quicker.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you moan, arching your back as your orgasm washes over your body. Rafe pushes even deeper, flooding you with his climax. His fingers dig into your hips, mucles clenching as he fucks out the last bit of his pleasure and yours.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “I won.”

[bananababblegigglemuffin]

MASSEUSE LOGAN OLD MAN EDITION.

Logan leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest as he studied her. “You’re not serious about this whole ‘massage’ thing, are ya, sweetheart?” He huffed, eyes narrowed in skepticism. “Don’t I look a little… clawed up to be your friendly neighborhood masseuse?”

She gave him a grin that was anything but innocent. “Aw, don’t tell me Old Man Logan’s scared of some hard work? I’ve heard rumors – best hands in the business.” She leaned in, raising an eyebrow. “Might even say you’re legendary.”

Logan rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Legendary… pain in the…”

“Did you just call me a pain?” She tilted her head, giving him an exaggerated pout. “Really, Logan, I thought we were friends.”

“Friends don’t guilt-trip friends into massages,” he grumbled, pulling out a faded, slightly beat-up massage table from the back of his studio. “Now get on the table, or I’m charging double.”

She hopped on, barely hiding her smirk. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Old Man.”

He huffed as he started on her shoulders, mumbling about how she’d be the end of him. But despite the grumbling, his hands moved with a surprising gentleness, kneading out knots with practiced ease.

“Ow!” She yelped suddenly, and he barked out a laugh, unapologetic.

“Yeah, that’s what you get for callin’ me ‘old man,’ sweetheart.”

“Oh, sure – punish the client. Excellent bedside manner, Logan,” she teased, her laughter bubbling up despite the sting in her shoulder.

Logan just shook his head, fighting a smile. “You want this done or not?”

“Alright, alright.” She settled back, sighing in contentment. “Just don’t get too soft on me, Logan. Wouldn’t want you to lose that tough-guy reputation.”

Logan’s mouth twisted into a wry grin as he pressed a particularly stubborn knot. “Sweetheart, I don’t go soft for anyone.”

She winced, half-laughing through it. “Coulda fooled me, Logan.”

Logan rolled his shoulders, eyeing her across the dim room as if she’d just challenged him to a bar fight instead of a massage. “You know, you coulda gone to a real spa instead of draggin’ me into this,” he muttered, his tone gruff but undeniably amused. “They got candles and music and all that fancy stuff you’re always tryin’ to drag me into.”

She smirked, kicking off her shoes and settling herself onto the faded leather massage table he’d hauled in from who-knows-where. “But where’s the fun in that?” she shot back. “Besides, word is, you’ve got the best hands in town, Logan. I’d be a fool to pass up the legend.”

He let out a snort, crossing his arms. “Legend? Pretty sure that’s just a word you’re throwin’ around to get a discount.”

“Oh please.” She flopped dramatically onto her back. “Like I’d ask for a discount. What do you take me for?”

Logan arched a brow, pulling out a bottle of oil from his makeshift supply shelf and popping it open. “An opportunist,” he muttered, slapping a generous amount into his palms. He warmed it between his hands, then took hold of her shoulder, his fingers pressing with surprising skill.

“Oh, that’s good,” she sighed, eyes fluttering shut as his thumbs dug in. “You’ve got the hands of an angel, Logan.”

“Angel?” he scoffed. “Last time someone called me that, I was scrappin’ in a bar, and I’m pretty sure they were bein’ sarcastic.”

She laughed, the sound relaxed and easy. “Well, I’m not. Seriously, this is amazing. Do you moonlight as a miracle worker too?”

“Don’t get any ideas,” he replied, shaking his head as he worked out a knot at the top of her spine. “I’m just gettin’ rid of some of that tension you build up from, y’know… annoyin’ me all day.”

She gasped in mock outrage. “Oh, annoying you? Who’s the one grumbling about every little thing?”

“Exactly,” Logan grunted, pressing deeper with a grin he couldn’t hide. “If I weren’t around, who’d keep you in line?”

“Oh, sure, the old man keeps me in line.” She smirked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Right. You think you’re all grumpy and untouchable, but deep down, I know you love this job. It’s practically a calling.”

Logan chuckled, the sound low and gravelly. “I’d watch it if I were you. Keep talkin’, and I might go easy on the next knot. Make it hurt a little less.”

“Like you ever go easy on anything,” she teased, and he shook his head, unable to stop a small chuckle from escaping.

“I’m serious,” he said, leaning in, his hands working deftly. “You’re pushin’ your luck.”

But she only settled deeper into the table, content, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, well… if pushing my luck gets me one of these every now and then, maybe it’s worth it.”

Logan let out a snort, pausing just long enough to mutter, “One day you’re gonna pay for all this flattery.”

“Oh, Logan,” she sighed in contentment, “you’re already a softie.”

End.

[molinaesque]

Favourite exchange between me and a Steve + timing of music! We were SCRAPPIN'!

[howlingmod]

I'll tell him it's in the contract!

summary ; reader+their gang is HEAVILY, heavily, practicaly lifted, based on rockafire explosion! they're specifically based off of billy bob and have one or two lines where they're written with the slightest accent ever. i think. reader is said to be an animal animatronic, but the specific animal is never specified. also never explained why wally and them are there but um. it's for some kindof collaboration company getogether for profit Thing. ok? ok. yeah.

notes ; not proof read ! if it's bad it's because i have been thinking about this for ages and also just needed to get myself to finish something .. and also im a bit rusty because uhh .. remember when i last posted? haha ..... sorry.

wc - 1.2k

“Oh my gosh- Well, aren’t you just the tiniest button in the bunch!” One high-pitched voice squealed, the owner towering over Wally. She was bent over slightly to look down at him, curled tail wagging side-to-side behind her.

“Tiniest button in the bunch? Don’t you mean tiniest button in the jar?” The equally as towering, crow-like figure next to the previous one questioned, arms folded firmly over his chest as he peered down at the short puppet skeptically.

“Wh- That doesn’t make any sense! Who keeps all their buttons in a jar?!” The former cried in response, straightening up from her half-bent stance and whipping to look at him in shock. With the other’s comment, they seemed to completely forget about Wally, leaving him an audience of one to the two’s conversation.

“Plenty’a people do! My mamma always kept hers in one, kept ‘em from rollin’ on away!” The other figure explains confidently, beaming with pride as he turned to the former.

“But what if the prettiest one was way, way down in the jar! How would she get it out then? Would she just dump the whole thing out? That’s craziness!”

“Hey, don’t talk about my mamma like that-”

“Guys, guys,” a third voice suddenly interjects, owner hiding out of sight somewhere behind Wally, “Did nobody teach you some manners? This ain’t any way to treat a new guest, poor fella just walked in and you two are already scrappin’ with eachother!” A quick half turn from Wally reveals information both surprising and unsurprising, as he has to crane his neck upwards still to see their face in the poor lighting. They seemed less than pleased with the other two’s behavior, lip half turned in frustration.

The other two’s posture immediately relax, the higher-pitched one’s shoulders drooping like dog ears as the other looked away in embarassment.

“We’re sorry, (Name), I suppose we were just a bit excited,” the higher-pitched one pouted, not meeting anyone’s eyes as she looked to the floor. Her downtrodden mood didn’t last long though, as she seemingly sprung back to life, looking back to Wally as she lit back up, “Oh- I hope you can brush our rudeness aside. It’s just so nice to see a new friend! Or, is it meet a new face? Ah, either way, it’s so nice to see you!”

She crouches down to Wally’s level, shortening the height gap and giving his neck some much needed relaxation, “My name is Chelsea, this guy is Cole, he seems a bit mean at first but I promise he’s got a big heart under all those feathers!”

Cole snapped back to attention at this comment, looking to Chelsea indignantly, “Why- That’s not fair! You’re butchering my character completely!” He straightened his posture, readjusting the tie at his neck as he looked to Wally, “Don’t listen to her, she’s fallen off stage one too many times now. She got my name right, at least. I hope you can grow to understand me more on your own accord and make your own judgement,” he corrected firmly, glaring at Chelsea out of the corner of his eye on his last few words.

Without making any real response to the other two, Wally turns to the third figure from before, quietly looking up to them in wait. They took a second before seemingly realizing everyone was waiting for their own introduction. “Ah, you mighta heard, I’m (Name). I’m just one of the side shows here, alongside a couple’a other guys.”

He stayed quiet still, only nodding ever so slightly as he waited for someone to talk again. He really wasn’t sure of how to make heads or tails of this whole thing quite yet, these folks seemed so different from his friends in the neighborhood. Yet, it all seemed so familiar to his friends at the same time. How terribly confusing …

Picking up on his silence, (Name) spoke up again, “How about this, I can show you around while your folks and my folks get to know eachother a bit, that sound good?” Wally looked up at them, previous train of thought falling off into the back of his mind.

“Promise I won’t make things too boring, but you’ll have to excuse me a bit, an old (animal) like me only has so much natural wit left by now.” (Name) reassured further, smiling and making a hand over heart gesture with one hand as their other reached out to him in offering. He gave their hand a glance before looking back up to their expression. Well, he couldn’t say no to that, now could he?

—

-You stayed true to your word, giving him a full tour of the place. He didn’t even realize how little you really described the places you visited, too distracted by all the stories of your friends you told him. If he was anxious before, that was definitely gone now. With every last tale you regaled, he found himself relating more and more. Sure, your friends were definitely a little more rowdy than he thought his were, but they all had that same love for eachother he seen in his neighborhood time and time again.

-He stuck by your side for the most part, tailing you like a lost dog around the place even after the tour was really over. Initially, it was just because you’d offered to sit with him while some of your friends put on a show, but he’d found himself jumping off your little stage you two had watched from to follow you to your room and talk more before even thinking about it.

(-He’d enjoyed that show immensely. Your friends were all such talented musicians! He couldn’t recognize the song they were playing, but from your heavy applause and their beaming at the sound, he joined in with his own, softer clapping. You’d pointed out each member of the band to him, leaning over to tell him a little bit about them and reminding him of the ones he’d already heard of and met. The music was loud and proud, but he’d found himself fixated on the sound of your voice anyway.)

-When he finally got to see how you performed alongside all your friends, he was excited. Not only did he finally get to see your talent, but he also got to see just how you interacted with your friends. You all bounced off eachother well, similarly to that conversation between Chelsea and Cole that he’d interpreted as an argument but you’d told him was banter- he could see now, how even when some of you were making digs at eachother, everyone was smiling and laughing. You all were so close that you knew the mean words didn’t mean anything bad, only said to amuse and entertain. It was nice.

-He didn’t realize how sucked into the performance he was getting, completely unaware of the puzzled look his own friend, Barnaby was giving him. It was only till the dog followed the shorter puppet’s gaze that he got an idea of what was going on. He could only snicker to himself, leaning back in his chair now that he’d assured his friend was alright. Once curtains were finally called and Wally had paused in his clapping, without any preface, Barnaby had spoken up. “So, the (animal), huh?”

[eartheats]

have you seen any weird orthworm color variances? i imagine seeing them all the time, there's gotta be some memorable ones

!!! anon, ya caught me at a good time, actually--i was about to go and make a post with someone i was happy to see out and about again, but! this'll be a really good opportunity to talk about this, so here we go!

so! so so so. the orthworm ya typically see are a bright, blazin' red, but some orthworm are born blue instead! yer "shiny" orthworm, essentially. there's not a whole lotta difference between 'em and a regular orthworm despite the drastic color shift, but the few shiny friends i've seen have been mostly localized to the asado desert, and they tend to be more on the ravenous side. i ain't sure if that means they got somethin' similar to lulu's iron deficiency goin' on here, but they tend to be on the hungrier side, from my experience with 'em. shorter limbs, too.

but!!! very occasionally and mostly at night, ya can see somethin' similar to these orthworm out and about:

[picture: a bright, almost minty green orthworm with a very light green underbelly, pink eyes, and instead of the blue limbs it has pink ones. unlike the picture, it almost looks somewhat oxidized; the skin is quite splotchy. and while averting it's gaze from the camera, the orthworm seems more shy than anything]

now, these fellas right here--if i had to make an educated guess, i think this is what albinism looks like in an orthworm! these guys have a lotta sensitivities to the rain and sunlight in particular, so ya don't see 'em very much :( and fer good reason. most'a the ones i've seen don't tend to do well, and the other orthworm tend to be pretty unkind to 'em due to the constant need to eat. so they still exist, but they usually have to burrow much deeper underground and eat a LOT more.

the picture i got here is of one i called niki! i saw her quite a few times when i first started workin', but she was real sweet when i did! 😊 and she definitely fancied lulu a bit, heehee. but that was years ago. i hope she's doin' okay.

but! funnily enough, i saw this old bastard's still kickin' even after the storm, and ya wouldn't believe my relief at it!

[picture: a deep, plum colored orthworm, with a dark metallic green underside. it's eyes are a deeper shade of pink, while it's limbs are a dark purple that's almost black. unlike the picture, this orthworm looks like a surly bastard; very scarred up, and he's missing at least two of his limbs and half of a third. while he sits still for this shot, he looks very annoyed and seems to have been given a figy berry for his cooperation. his skin also look somewhat oily, or at least seems to have a shine that's almost reminiscent of a rainbowy oil spil]

this old boy's been around fer as long as i can remember, and he's actually recognized and protected by the rangers around here--he's officially got the name bismuth, but we just call him the old shiny bastard. heehee! he's one tough customer; most pokemon and even trainers around here learn real quick that ya don't fuck with 'im, because fines are the least of yer worries with this guy. he's apparently got a bit of a reputation as like...he'll help the rangers sometimes if they got a mutual enemy (usually somethin' that disturbs his huntin', because BOY does he hate gettin' bothered without incentive), but otherwise? ya leave this old bastard to his business. old man's survived his share of battles and ya can occasionally see him chewin' on tinkatuff hammers for funsies. this guy does NOT fuck around.

i thought the storm could've been a problem for the big guy, but i went out recently to train lulu and get outta town for a bit, and i saw him! scrappin' with some young orthworm about somethin' or other. the fact he's still kickin' after all these years and with the injuries he's got definitely makes me real happy to see. i don't really know a whole hell of a lot about his habits given that i usually give 'im a wide berth; this picture was actually taken by someone else with permission, last i checked. but i know fer a fact he's nocturnal as hell, and a damn good hunter when he feels the need to be.

[alchemic-elric]

@lxmitlxss || Hohenheim [ X ]

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ He doesn't know why listening to Hohenheim talk makes steam practically roll from his ears, but here he is looking that man in an older mirror of his own eyes ready to both blow a gasket and cry at the same moment. They would be tears of frustration if he even had tears left to cry. He doesn't know how many times he's broke down on Alphonse about this subject in their lifetimes. More than he cares to admit because this sonnavabitch had the fuckin' gall to fuckin' dump their asses and leave them and then come crawling back like nothing ever happened and he had the right to anything they had to offer.

He doesn't give a FUCK if he's their father. HELL NO. FUCK THAT. He gave up those rights as soon as he walked out that door.

So now golden eyes fill up with fire glowing with molten ire as he glares the man down with a rage that has been burning in him for the better part of a decade.

"You come back 'ere thinkin' we owe you fuckin' shit after the bullshit you pulled? I 'on't give a FUCK where you've been, Hohenheim! I 'on't give a FUCK what you've been doin' 'coz whatev'r the fuck it was, it was more important than us n' nu'hin' burns m'ass harder then the fact that whatev'r the fuck you decided you needed'ta go do was more important then bein' fuckin' there when yer wife n' kids needed you.

Mom's fuckin' gone n' you nev'r came back ta check on our asses ev'n once. We all coulda been dead n' you wouldn't'a known the damn difference 'coz we didn't clock high enough on yer list'a important shit ta check in. So NO. Whatev'r the fuck it is, FUCK YOU.

You ain't got kids 'coz you gave up that fuckin' right the minute you closed that door. We inn't make you leave but ya did it anyways. Whatev'r the fuck we earned, we did on our own merit. I've live m'whole life fuckin' scrappin' 'coz'a yer ass. I inn't need yer ass then, n' I sure as fuck don't need yer ass now. Who the fuck do you think you are? M'father? You lost those rights, Hohenheim n' sorry ain't gunna earn'em back!!!"

[askterrataleblog]

To; Ruby From; O WUD U MAKE SCRAPBOOKS??

RUBY: "Gurlyo we BEEN scrappin'.."

[mooshie-blue]

Pov : we scrappin for Barnacles's affection /j

(Seriously tho, I'm a big fan, I've loved your art forever 💙💙💙)

but stop kissing Barnacles and let me have a turn 👉👈

NO! He’s mine!!! Hissss!!!/j

Thank you v much! If you want, you can pretend those kiss marks on his face are yours! I don’t really mind! And your art is really pretty too! I love your human!Barnacles!!

[femme-enby]

Btw I saw Deadpool & wolverine, finally, and I will say this-

Whether romantically, platonically, queerly, or whatever else or whatever biggie sized combo deal, I believe they love each other.

The fights? A testament to their love. I don’t just playfight w anyone. I’m small but still worried I could hurt someone, or they might get serious & hurt me. My partner is the only one I’ll playfight. We will go damn near full on WWE, or like two cats scrappin in an alley. After we’re all tuckered out and bc I can still be a lil crazy my partner will just tuck me in or lay on me (that good ol heated weighted blanket move) till he squishes out the last of my crazy.

The verbal bashing? Two fucked up people occasionally misplacing their frustrations. Two fucked up people getting on the others last fuckin nerve. Two people who know EXACTLY how to press each other’s buttons despite not even knowing each other that long bc y’all can just… read each other. A blessing and a curse bc sometimes you do be a lil too snarky, and y’all gotta sort that out.

Do I believe two fucked up people can fix each other? Rarely. Very rarely. Do I think two fucked up people getting together is a good idea? Generally no.

But it happens, and sometimes… sometimes, it can be good. Or at least, good enough for them.

[primaviva]

respectfully, i can tell your father is a little absent in your life by your writing and that’s ok queen 👸

take the anon off because we scrappin in the NEAREST dark alleyway.

[wildlcck]

@coyotlindo x

though her first instinct is to bite back (always has been) after a beat and a narrowing of her gaze, her lip curls up some in amusement: it's not quite a snarl or a show of teeth- yet. this is a sentiment she's all too familiar with; one she's spent lifetimes fighting against. ❛ you sure you wanna play with me? i'll tell you what i told williamson- i've always played rough, ever since i was a girl. i'd fight with other girls, boys... hell, i'd fight my own darn shadow! the boys and girls, the mommas an' daddies, all said the same thing: boys' play ain't girls' play. it ain't becomin' for a girl to be mixin' with boys. but, after scrappin' with me, they'd learn quick that if you're riled enough an' you're hittin' hard enough- if you hit enough- you'll fall an' bleed just the same. don't matter how big or how bad you are, if you got a pecker or a puss... we all got our weaknesses. i ain't never come across no-one who could take a boot to the stones or the muffin and stay standin'. ❜ all this said while checking her rifle (with maybe just a little more force than is necessary). ❛ don't you worry 'bout me- i can handle myself. you just worry about you. ❜

[shauntamae]

Hey yall, Hey! This may possibly be a difficult blog to follow with so a bit of a disclaimer. Some of my family history with mental illness, drug addiction and abuse will be mentioned. Please protect your heart and mind and proceed with caution if you so choose to continue reading.

I sit almost daily with my thoughts. One in particular, "my life was/is a shit show. There's no way people are going to believe I went through all of this." While I am an open book, some stuff I hold close because of this very thought. In all honesty, this thought is encompassed with fear and protection. I'm afraid that some of the deepest darkest things I've experienced won't be believed. Sure, who cares? Well, I do. If I'm not believed, then Little Me is silenced again. AND THAT THOUGHT is still what needs healing!

I came into this world swinging. My biological mother was addicted to crack/cocaine. She hit before I made it earthside, and I was born addicted as well. I used to be ashamed that I was "Crack baby." Especially growing up in the 90s. The many foster homes I jumped around to had no problem bringing it to my attention. I was slightly bullied for being a crack baby, a foster kid, and having a mother who was addicted to it and known for sleeping around town to get it. I say slightly because I learned how to fight early, and I didn't play those games. I also knew my mother was going to come back for me, and if you said anything that didn't align with that, I was meeting you on the blacktop or the streets... imagine little 5 year old me scrappin. Yeah... I know... Plot twist. She never came and that was the best thing that could ever happen. Save this for another blog.

I fought away from home because I could never fight at home. I say quite often that my memory from childhood is a blessing and a curse but mostly a curse. I remember my first assaults happening while I was in pull-ups. I didn't understand what was happening, clearly, but I remember being told that it was okay, because this is how "dads show their love" My biological father was nonexistent but my foster parent at the time had a boyfriend... And we were to call any man she had "dad"... I was potty trained fairly early, however, I'd have accidents quite often... sometimes they were true accidents out of fear and other times once I caught on... they were intentional. Somehow, I felt a whooping was far greater than "dad's love" and other times, well, both were equally unbearable.

I became too much of a problem for this foster home and eventually social services came and got me. I moved to another foster home but I never escaped the assaults and the abuse. Each home I went to became worse than the one before. The physical, emotional, mental, sexual abuse I endured is unfathomable at times. I also sit and wonder how I really went through this all and managed to make it to this day to write about it all. The simple answer is God! I'm a firm believer that He covered my heart and mind for all of these years because He knew there was a purpose far greater than I could have ever dreamed for myself and nothing... NO THING OR PERSON was going to stop that. To say I don't struggle mentally about it all would be a lie. I have PTSD, depression and anxiety. Looking at me, you'd have no idea but baaaaaby it's rough. However, I do the work to heal and find healthy coping mechanisms to get me through on the hardest days.

Peloton plays a huge role in my mental fortitude. On days when I am unable to get into a therapy session, I check in to therapy on my bike, mat, or treadmill. Movement is really medicine. I say all of this to say that we all have stories. We all have journies, and while they may not all be the same, one thing we all hold in common is our truth. We all hold autonomy over them, and there isn't a soul on earth that can take it from us. So, while my story (this is a TINY fraction of what I've endured) is absolutely horrid and unbelievable to someone out there, my truth is mine. I KNOW there's someone out there who is living or lived, maybe even a fraction of what I did who needs to hear it and may find solace in knowing they are not alone and that there's so much beautiful life to be lived beyond the confinment of our Trauma. For that very reason, I will continue to honor not only the things that have made me the person I am today, but I will forever honor Little Me, who deserves to be free and validated... BY ME! May you find the courage one day to do the same!

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Notes I took sometime between my 3-4 watch of s2 act 1

* When cait offers vi the badge and she gets mad i thout it was so funny like ok NOW the cop trauma comes in? Not when you cradled her to you?

* Jayce hitting Renni with a hammer and she just. Doesnt care.

* Also Vi literally hitting Renni with the weapon that murdered her son is. Pretty fucked up to say the least after telling Jayce to get over it when he killed him

* Mel fighting to keep hextech weapons from happening bc of what jayce said and then cait popping up in the council 3 seconds later dripped out with hextech weapons for her and her dogs is so fucking funny

* The way Jinx returned silco to the water. It was always the water for them. Was always going to be. Always will be

* The ‘have you had enough?’ And then the little tiny blue whisp burning away?

* The fucking look on sevikas face when smeech suggested giving up jinx. Like she hates that its her principle but it IS. Even if she doesnt often get along with her. (The thing is. Sevika is probably well aware that it was Jinx that killed silco. Maybe bc she never saw her after Silco died, maybe she just had a feeling. Still she chose loyalty. Chose Jinx)

* Baby blue?

* claggor likely only had one pair of goggles, which we know jinx had in her workshop, and at the table in the s1 finale. It being with her in the arcade plus knowing that his goggles, just like mylos doll, make them more likely to manifest to her (which could be why she listens to music so loudly in her workshop usually) implies that she intentionally brought claggor with her. Wanted him (a fellow tinker, if his connection to benzo and ekko were to imply anything) to talk to her while she built. She even wears them instead of her own. And then Vi took him. She took him while wearing a mask just like the ones they saw on the bridge and wearing piltover blue.

* ISHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

* The talk between sevika and jinx also? “Big baby couldnt do it himself”? The olive branch in that that just made sevika drop the bottle. Like she remembered then ‘right, hes her dad’ and all the fight leaves her. The unspoken ‘but I miss him’ when they complain. Understanding in grief. Its why she jumps when her own arm is waved in her face, bc she let her guard down

* You see Sevikas lip tremble but instead of crying she gets angry and throws a chair. Jinx doesnt even jump. You can see, now why jinx calls her an ogre (derogaffectonate).

* THE HIPSHOT OF SEVIKA FOR LIKE 10 SECONDS?!?! HER FUCKIN THIGHS TOOK UP THE WHOLE SCREEN BRO!!UNNECESSARY VIOLENCE

* Gonna be honest the Ekko Heimerdinger Jayce thing is cute

* Baby blue!!!

* The Fucking. Jinx and Sevika teamup is everything. For the girls.

* Sevika is soooooo yummy this season ✨😭😭

* Viktor. That’s all I have to say. There arent words

* ‘promise you wont change’ is craaaaazzzy bro that is the root of your problems currently btw. the whole going to jail for 9 years and expecting time to have frozen and everything (and everyone) to be the same as you left it, but everyone has the ability and the need to change, as is life

* Baby blue…

* Vi denying Jinx being her sister? Yah you deserve what’s coming to ya

* The fact that she agreed to flood the undercity with the grey is literally disgusting. Jinx should be denying you are her sister

* Despite all the sister denying they fought exactly like sisters do. Wasnt even a fight they was scrappin. Wrastlin.

* Cait biting Sevikas hand and she just smirks? Fuuuuuuuck

* is it gonna be whole thing that generally people from the undercity are just sturdier or is it just the ones who fight a lot bc its looking SO silly for piltover rn these mfs dont even need the mechsuits

* “It had to be you” or you could just kill me. Like shes been waiting for Vi to deliver justice unto her for an ACCIDENT its like reverse itachi and sasuke

* That fact that Vi went with “never thought [my sister] would orphan kids” only to be stopped from killing jinx by a fucking orphan like get outta hereeee 🤡🤡

* A kid from the undercity pointed a gun at Vi with fear and fire in their eyes, bc she’s become the very thing shes always hated. hilarious

* do you hear him, vi? Vanders ghost telling you that your fists dont fix problems they just make more of them?

* Jinx protecting Isha with her body and then Sevika protecting Jinx. Killing myself

* “I wasnt going to miss!” Oh so you meant to shoot jinx in the finger okok

* Wow vi how is that cop pussy you chose over your sister btw? Love loses ig

* And all the kids looking at the rainbow smoke? Knowing it was the undercity who did it? This seems to be foreshadowing something methinks

* crazy how Ambessa is arguably doing this for her family but shes so caught up in warmongering that she has no clue when her daughter gets abducted

* Medardas and forcing a rich rando into positions of power…2!

* The way Ambessa elected cait a dictator and then refers to her as a child anyway. The complex communications going on in their eye contact. That cait can see it, knows Ambessa has an angle but she again thinks herself too smart to be outmaneuvered, apparently even by a war addict. Not that she had much choice.

[loserboysandlithium]

If you make fun of my battery percentage we will be scrappin’ 😂😂

Hehehehehehe FINALLY Dani writer has haunted me every night for over a year now 🤣🤣🤣🤣